I lost a baby to anencephaly In March. We did genetic tests and know he was a boy. I have been doing pretty well-but today I just can't stop crying. There are so many good things going on for me and I am so grateful for them-and then their are some stressful ones too-luckily my husband and I are a pretty good team.
But today my insides feel shattered and broken. The sadness has enveloped me. I am going with it. Listening to the weepies (that made me smile) and just telling myself it is ok.
This is a new ring setting combo I have recently ordered.
This picture of sepia roses I have named "honey" as it makes me think of Mary Olivers Poem:
Honey At The Table
It fills you with the softessence of vanished flowers, it becomesa trickle sharp as a hair that you followfrom the honey pot over the tableand out the door and over the ground,and all the while it thickens,grows deeper and wilder, edgedwith pine boughs and wet boulders,pawprints of bobcat and bear, untildeep in the forest youshuffle up some tree, you rip the bark,you float into and swallow the dripping combs,bits of the tree, crushed bees - - - a tastecomposed of everything lost, in which everything lost is found. Mary Oliver
These are two pictures I took last weekend when we went up to my husbands Grandfather's camp.